Even though he knew Preston Monroe and Silas Thorne couldn't stand him, Jasper Quinn still greeted them politely.
"I hear Zenith's run into some trouble recently?" Preston Monroe said bluntly. "And you're still in the mood to be out having dinner?"
His tone was dripping with schadenfreude.
"Just a small issue," Jasper Quinn said with a smile.
Silas Thorne raised an eyebrow.
'A small issue?'
'Looks like the pressure on him isn't enough.'
'I'll have to get the Wentworth family to turn up the heat.'
"Jasper, you're here! Come in, have a seat." Mrs. Monroe emerged from the house with a smile, ushering everyone inside.
Preston Monroe held his mother back, keeping his voice low. "Why did you invite that punk?! Have you forgotten how he hurt Joyce all those years ago?"
"That was in the past. Last time at the hospital, he took a slap to the face for helping Joyce. It's only right that we thank him."
Preston Monroe scoffed and shot Jasper Quinn a warning look.
